Mischievous-teenager thriller, in the I Saw What You Did mode: mechanical, but well-built and well-operated, with gentle pressure on the gas pedal until finally flooring it at the climax. The perky teeny-boppers and the smiling psycho (known to the newspapers as "the Candlelight Killer") are straight out of cookie cutters, and the level of coincidence that unites them is unacceptably high. But Cheryl Ladd brings some human-ness to the heroine's mother, whose perceived "weirdness" is founded solidly in her past history and in the timeless awkwardness of parenting an adolescent. (Filmmaker Gary Sherman -- coincidentally or what? -- had directed Ladd's then-husband, David, in his minor horror masterpiece, Raw Meat.) And back on the mechanical side: there's particularly clever use of the latest technology in phone-answering machines and car-security systems (though in the latter case, the resulting stowaway-behind-the-driver's-seat is particularly unbelievable). With Staci Keanan and D.W. Moffett. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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